Hello, everyone! I'm Mimzi, former Invader Zim fanatic, originally Foster's fanatic (oh, nostalgia)

This is my first story. Sorry for the grammar and structure issues ;-; my thoughts wouldn't collect enough for full-formed paragraphs. I tried. I have the second chapter almost finished, but I'm having writer's block issues... ah well. I wrote this for myself, not for you people. So I shouldn't be trying to please you all ^^'. Sorry the chapters are so short, too. Like I said, first story here!

To see what Rosalia looks like, visit my DA page (InvaderMimzi219)

Aura color meanings:

RED AURA COLOR MEANING: Relates to the physical body, heart or circulation. The densest color, it creates the most friction. Friction attracts or repels; money worries or obsessions; anger or unforgiveness; anxiety or nervousness

Deep Red: Grounded, realistic, active, strong will-power, survival-oriented.

Muddied red: Anger (repelling)

Clear red: Powerful, energetic, competitive, sexual, passionate

Pink-bright and light: Loving, tender, sensitive, sensual, artistic, affection, purity, compassion;new or revieved romantic relationship. Can indicate clairaudience.

Dark and murky pink: Immature and/or dishonest nature

Orange Red: Confidence, creative power

In a good, bright and pure state, red energy can serve as a healthy ego.

ORANGE AURA COLOR: Relates to reproductive organs and color of vitality, vigor, good health and excitement. Lots of energy and stamina, creative, productive, adventurous, courageous, outgoing social nature; currently experiencing stress related to apetites and addictions;

Orange-Yellow: Creative, intelligent, detail oriented, perfectionist, scientific.

YELLOW AURA COLOR MEANING: Relates to the spleen and life energy. It is the color of awakening, inspiration, intelligence and action shared, creative, playful, optimistic, easy-going.

Light or pale yellow: Emerging psychic and spiritual awareness; optimism and hopefulness; positive excitement about new ideas.

Bright lemon-yellow: Struggling to maintain power and control in a personal or business relationship; fear of losing control, prestige, respect, and/or power.

Clear gold metallic, shiny and bright: Spiritual energy and power activated and awakened; an inspired person.

Dark brownish yellow or gold: A student, or one who is straining at studying; overly analitical to the point of feeling fatigued or stressed; trying to make up for "lost time" by learning everything all at once.

GREEN AURA COLOR MEANING: Relates to heart and is a very comfortable, healthy color of nature. When seen in the aura this usually represents growth and balance, and most of all, something that leads to of people, animals, nature; teacher; social

Bright emerald green: A healer, also a love-centered person

Yellow-Green: Creative with heart, communicative

Dark or muddy forest green: Jealousy, resentment, feeling like a victim of the world; blaming self or others; insecurity and low self-esteem; lack of understanding personal responsibility; sensitive to perceived criticism

Turquoise: Relates to the immune , compassionate, healer, therapist.

BLU AURA COLOR MEANING: Relates to the throat, thyroid. Cool, calm, and collected. Caring, loving, love to help others, sensitive, intuitive.

Soft blue: Peacefulness, clarity and communication;truthful; intuitive

Bright royal blue: Clairvoyant; highly spiritual nature; generous; on the right path; new opportunities are coming

Dark or muddy blue: Fear of the future; fear of self-expression; fear of facing or speaking the truth

INDIGO AURA COLOR MEANING: Relates to the third eye, visual and pituitary , sensitive, deep feeling.

VIOLET AURA COLOR MEANING: Relates to crown, pineal gland and nervous most sensitive and wisest of colors. This is the intuitive color in the aura, and reveals psychic power of attunement with , visionary, futuristic, idealistic, artistic, magical.

LAVENDER AURA COLOR MEANING: Imagination, visionary, daydreamer, etheric.

SILVER AURA COLOR MEANING: This is the color of abundance, both spiritual and physical. Lots of bright silver can reflect to plenty of money, and/or awakening of the cosmic mind.

Bright metallic silver: Receptive to new ideas; intuitive; nurturing

Dark and muddy gray: Residue of fear is accumulating in the body, with a potential for health problems, especially if gray clusters seen in specific areas of the body

GOLD AURA COLOR MEANING: The color of enlightenment and divine protection. When seen within the aura, it says that the person is being guided by their highest good. It is divine guidance. Protection, wisdom, inner knowledge, spiritual mind, intuitive thinker.

BLACK AURA COLOR MEANING: Draws or pulls energy to it and in so doing, transforms it. It captures light and consumes indicates long-term unforgiveness (toward others or another) collected in a specific area of the body, which can lead to health problems; also, entitities within a person's aura, chakras, or body; past life hurts; unreleased grief from abortions if it appears in the ovaries

WHITE AURA COLOR MEANING: Reflects other energy. A pure state of light. Often represents a new, not yet designated energy in the , etheric and non-physical qualities, transcendent, higher dimensions. Purity and truth; angelic qualities.

White sparkles or flashes of white light: angels are nearby;can indicate that the person is pregnant or will be soon

EARTH AURA COLORS: Soil, wood, mineral, plant. These colors display a love of the Earth, of being grounded and is seen in those who live and work on the outdoors...construction, farming, etc. These colors are important and are a good sign.

RAINBOWS: Rainbow-colored stripes, sticking out like sunbeams from the hand, head or body: A Reiki healer, or a starperson (someone who is in the first incarnation on Earth)

PASTELS: A sensitive blend of light and color, more so than basic colors. Shows sensitivity and a need for serenity.

DIRTY BROWN OVERLAY: Holding on to energies. Insecurity.

DIRTY GRAY OVERLY: Blocking energies. Guardedness.

Chapter 1

The Storm

All I could think about was the drenching downpour against my skull. Soaked to the bone, I trudged through the rain, aware of the silence in the streets. Don't know why I was surprised, it was pouring after all. "Wilson Way... Wilson Way," I mumbled to myself, feeling the exhaustion setting in. I had been walking for hours it seemed, with only a flyer to guide me.

Suddenly, the storm escalated. Thunder and lightning now became a part of the music. Echoing softly in the distance, all it managed to do is calm my catatonic state. I squinted through the rain, aware of a sign-like figure looming towards me. I lumbered forward, hoping to find what I was seeking so desperately.

The thunder unexpectedly crashed around me, and in my paranoid state I mistook it for gunfire, bringing back my mind to ancient memories. I dove to the ground, leaving the rainstorm to find myself in a dark, underground room. It was damp with a musty smell, cobwebs lining the corners. A rusty shelf leaned against the back wall, an assortment of containers and dull tools tossed haphazardly on it. I looked towards my family, worry lining my face.

"Why did they bring us here?" I asked Tatiana. "This is not a comfortable home..."

Tatiana looked with pity at my short frame, patting my head. "I do not know, little Rosa. Do not fret, it is only temporary," she responded with something hidden in her words. Doubt, perhaps. I walked to Anastasia searching for comfort. She took one look at me and pulled a hair brush from her bag.

"Come here, Rosa."

She gently pulled me in front of her, swiping my hair behind me. She proceeded to brush, the family standing forlornly watching, receiving comfort from watching a familiar task. "Your hair is dark today, child. Are you troubled?" Anastasia paused a moment in her brushing, allowing me to consider my answer.

They try so hard to keep me from understanding. As if I am truly a child - A child who never grows. Technically, I am 144 years old. But imaginaries age differently than humans, by differently I mean not at all. Whatever makes them happy, I always think. If I am a child, I am a child.

I glanced at a stray hair lining my face. It was a dark grey-blue; almost black, but with an unmistakable blue shimmer. I supposed that's what stress does to me. Stress equals dark colors, according to the aura spectrum. I personally think blue is a pretty, happy color.

"No, Annie. I am not troubled," I lied, knowing that they wouldn't question me at a time like this. She continued to silently brush, watching the dark shades of blue, grey, and now green arise from each stroke.

We stood in silence for some time, unable to find small talk. Footsteps echoed outside the room, and a squad of officers burst through the door.

"Nikolai Alexandrovich, in view of the fact that your relatives are continuing their attack on Soviet Russia, the Ural Executive Committee has decided to execute you..."

Anastasia dropped the brush.

"What? What?!" Father turned to look at the officer, who repeated the statement. The soldiers raised their weapons.

I looked at the faces of my family then. They stood with proud defiance. Mother and Olga began to cross themselves. Annie had tears rolling down her face.

The triggers were pulled. Annie shoved me into the shelves, wedging me behind them enough to shield me. I closed my eyes, throwing my hands to my ears.

Screaming, then silence.

I opened my eyes to see the murderers staring at the bloody monstrosity in the room. The officers retreated, one staying behind to finish the job. Evidently I wasn't worth enough for an audience.

He was young, in his late teens. I gingerly stepped out from behind the shelves, deciding if I was going to die, it would be in a dignified manner. And yet, the boy did not shoot. He was terrified for his life, but some remaining humanity prevented him from destroying mine. "Go," he whispered, his voice breaking. "Go and never return. Speak nothing of this to anyone."

I never discovered his fate.